After Xie Yu said goodbye to the husband and wife in the inner hall, he immediately returned to his room to take a look at the "Secret of the Wooden Machine" that the Gong Mu Jiu had sent him before.

Just now in the inner hall, the public loser did not mention the disappearance of "The Secret of the Wooden Machine", presumably the public loser already knew the whereabouts of the book. It's just that the two tacitly didn't mention it.

After returning to the room, Xie Yu immediately closed the door... Quickly made his way to his bedside, then crouched down and pulled his bag out from under the bed.

Xie Yu's bag is a big boxy box... There are two wheels at the bottom of the box and a lever on the top... When the user moves the bag, he only needs to put the box up and pull the lever, while the wheel is responsible for the friction with the ground. This design greatly reduces the amount of effort required to carry the bladder... It's very delicate. This is thanks to Xie Yu's teacher, which was handmade and given to him by his teacher, and the original material of the bag is taken from the southern ebony... Hard, strong and impact-resistant. The skin is wrapped in a thick layer of animal skin, which reduces the wear and tear of the external conditions on the body of the chest.

The box was locked, Xie Yu flipped the box over, and was just about to open the lock... But he noticed that someone had touched his box!

Xie Yu is a relatively cautious person, and before he locks the box, he usually has a trace of his hair between the bite of the box... But now, he couldn't find the hair he was holding!

His heart tightened, and he couldn't help but speed up the movement of his hand and unlock the box.

The lock of the box is also the proud work of Mr. Xie Yu, just a dozen tenons, which constitute a lock that can not be opened by outsiders in addition to the means of violent destruction!

Turning over the box, the four big characters of "The Secret of the Wooden Machine" with the blue cover page met Xie Yu's eyes... He breathed a sigh of relief... Swallowed the trembling heart from his throat back into his stomach.

Originally, Xiang Gong lost Mu Jiu to bet to read this book, but he just wanted to learn from it. But later, as he fought more and more deeply with Qingtian, he found that the cult happened to covet this book very much. So he made a secret decision in his heart that he wanted to finish the book as soon as possible... Then understand the purpose of Qingtian! As the saying goes, know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles!

Xie Yu stretched out his hand and took it out, first rubbing it carefully, and then gently opening the book.

.......

The western suburb of Luoyi looks at Jingshan Mountain

It was dusk, and Xie Yu was still in the Nine Fan Division and Ju Yunbo to take countermeasures.

Mr. Qin drove the frame alone to the highest point of Wangjing Mountain.

He parked the car not far away, and he got out of the car from the frame, his shoes not touching the ground.

It is a platform with a wide view and a spacious venue. Mr. Qin floated himself to the edge of the platform, and looked at the drunken and blushing face of the West who was about to rest.

Mr. Qin is holding a sword in his hand... This is a sword, not a sword.

In fact, it's a twig... But in Mr. Qin's hands, it was a sword.

Mr. Qin didn't put this 'sword' behind him in his hands to make a superior posture... This has another purpose.

Mr. Qin held the sword in his hand, he was fulfilling the agreement with the deceased... It's the old man of Luoyi.

There is a person behind Mr. Qin... Just looking at the dress, he looks like a Confucian student. This Confucian is dressed very sloppily... His hair was fluffy, a wooden hairpin was crooked in a bun, and his eyelids drooped, and his eyes were wistful.

His Confucian robe was not dressed properly, and the skin on his upper body was actually exposed, which was really bare-chested and exposed.

He was slung cross-legged, and there was a wine gourd hanging in his right hand... If it weren't for the two sets of white jade on his waist that were too eye-catching, everyone would wonder if he was a Confucian student.

"Get out your sword. Mr. Qin's tone was flat, and he seemed to be emotionless... It's still dusk.

"Why fight again. The decadent Confucian glanced at Mr. Qin and asked.

"After beating you, I am the number one swordsman today. Mr. Qin said leisurely.

"Is the name of the world's number one swordsman really important?" The Confucian shook his head, bent down slightly, and a branch appeared in his hand... But it is the same shape and size as the one in Mr. Qin's hand.

Mr. Qin was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about it... Nodding.

"I promised her, and it was my first promise to her. He said. "I've let her down many times... Only this time, even if only once, I can't let her down again. ”

"Then who is important, she or the first?" the Confucian nodded, and then asked again.

Mr. Qin shook his head... Then he nodded again.

That's exactly what I want to conjecture at this point. Mr. Qin replied.

"Can I know what the conjecture is?"

"No, you can't. ”

......

"Have you ever thought that you have long been the first?" As if he felt that Mr. Qin's answer was too boring, the Confucian found another new topic.

"But you. Mr. Qin turned his head and looked at Confucius closely. "With you, I'm not number one. ”

......

This time it was the turn of the Confucian to not speak.

The two looked at each other on both sides of the platform for a long time... Then he stood like this for a while, and shot at the same time.

Mr. Qin took the lead in poking the eyebrows of Confucius with the 'sword' in his hand.

At this moment, Confucian changed his movements, and he chose to use his sword to receive the blow.

But who knew that Mr. Qin shook his wrist and handguard violently, and the wooden branch in his hand was just skimmed to the side.

Seeing this, the Confucian immediately turned around to dodge this sword... And launch a countermeasure. I saw that Confucius turned around to the right again, and slapped the branch handed by Mr. Qin straight away. That's it, the two of you come and go, see the tricks. 100 rounds, no winner or loser.

"Aren't you ready to draw your sword yet?" said the Confucian Sheng with a sudden laugh, and then asked Mr. Qin loudly.

"What about you?" Mr. Qin asked rhetorically.

"If you pluck me, I will pluck it. Confucius smiled.

"Then we'll end up today, right?" the old man nodded and asked.

"Then pull it out. Confucian replied.

Mr. Qin, on the other hand, glanced at the Confucian who was wandering, and both sides stopped their swords with a sharp heart.

"Are you ready?" asked Mr. Qin.

"You pluck me, and I pull it out. The Confucian was still repeating what he had said earlier.

Mr. Qin just looked at the dusk not far away, and did not move.

"You've already made a decision, why hesitate now. The Confucian seemed to be a little puzzled and asked.

"Because I'm afraid. Mr. Qin did not hide his answer in the slightest.

"I'm scared too. The Confucian replied with a smile.

....

Without saying a word, Mr. Qin made a sword with two fingers, pointed to the frame in the distance, and then roared through the forest... It's staggeringly fast. It is an extremely ordinary-looking sword.

And Confucian also took out the same sword as Mr. Qin.

The two tacitly looked at each other and smiled, and then there was a sword and a sword.

There is no more hesitation or hesitation on either side... But the number of lives is like this, and the results of this struggle have already been achieved at the very beginning.

Mr. Qin looked at the sword in his hand, this sword that accompanied him from a fledgling to the first in the world, this sword symbolized the first in the world.

Mr. Qin gently rubbed the sword in his hand and couldn't help laughing.

Mr. Qin came to a mound, placed the sword next to her grave, and carved a tablet... Inscription: Qin Guli's wife.

Then he turned and walked away.

He hummed an unknown tune, melodious and light, just as beautiful as she sang to him back then.